[ The thought shocks through him, that hateful word 'minion'. He's only picking up snatches of Daniel's thoughts, he's too muddled, his powers requiring more focus, but when all his attention is already on the man in front of him - well, it filters through. Armand gasps for breath, breaking the kiss and leaning back heavily against the wall behind him. Both of his hands fall to Daniel's belt, resting there at the buckle, something to hold, a movement of intent, a promise? It's all the same and he looks up with liquid eyes, hazy with the mixture of real and synthetic desire, as he tries to gather himself. ]
...Pull away. You want to pull away?
[ His voice sounds small, drunk - the last thing he wants to do is stop - but that word again in his mind, 'minion' and the time frame Daniel remembers - two years isn't a long time to a Vampire, but to them, their relationship, it may as well be ten. ]
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...Pull away. You want to pull away?
[ His voice sounds small, drunk - the last thing he wants to do is stop - but that word again in his mind, 'minion' and the time frame Daniel remembers - two years isn't a long time to a Vampire, but to them, their relationship, it may as well be ten. ]